Sneaking a Smoke // En Griller Une in Paris Moods // Climats de Paris
A man sneaks a smoke under the rain, at the border line between the cover of the underground métro and the open street...
I see his cigarette tip gleaming in the relative dark. His gaze seems intense. Not sure.
I love the smell of cigarette smoke in perfume. I very nearly hate it for real. Instant sore throat.
I love how people look so philosophical when they smoke. A moment stolen to productivity. Unless they look nervous. But not here. A full-on stop of the machinery. He smokes like a convict. Hidden thoughts.